Taking over a clothing store
Of course, this was just Zhao Guomin's angry words. At this time, Song Xiaojuan didn't care whether he was angry or not. All she was thinking about was An Lu's mother.
When she arrived at the stall, she saw a strange scene.
Li Yulan and An Lu sat on their respective stools, facing each other in silence.
Li Yulan's reservedness eased the moment she saw Song Xiaojuan: "Why are you here just now? I have something to talk to you about." She glanced at An Lu.
An Lu stood up angrily: "Where are the things?"
Song Xiaojuan took out her pocket and gave it to An Lu.
"Zhao Wenhua is a man who would do anything to curry favor with the rich and powerful. You'd better be careful," Song Xiaojuan kindly reminded.
An Lu glared at Song Xiaojuan, packed up her things and left.
After seeing her go downstairs, Song Xiaojuan turned around and explained to Li Yulan why she was late today.
Li Yulan sat on the stool, not knowing what she was thinking and not saying anything.
Song Xiaojuan originally wanted to ask if An Lu's mother had come, but seeing Li Yulan's expression, she didn't dare to open her mouth.
At noon, an acquaintance came into the store. He was a young man. He had been to the store several times to pick up Li Yulan.
Song Xiaojuan used to think that he was Li Yulan's boyfriend, but when she saw her with another middle-aged man yesterday, she realized that she had misunderstood.
The young man seemed to be called Hu Xuan.
Song Xiaojuan pointed into the store with familiarity, meaning that Li Yulan was inside.
Hu Xuan walked in: "Sister Li, the boss is going on a business trip and asks you to pack up and go with him." He whispered to Li Yulan.
Song Xiaojuan stood at the door. She didn't want to hear this because it was too private.
Just at this moment, An Lu's mother came over.
Before Song Xiaojuan could say hello, she had already walked over.
"Give me the thing." He said this while glancing around the store casually.
Then his eye sockets widened and his brows furrowed into a shape of a "川" (river).
"Hu Xuan? Why are you here?" she suddenly spoke.
Hu Xuan was obviously startled and began to stammer: "Madam, I... came here to buy two pieces of clothing."
An Lu's mother looked at Li Yulan calmly and nodded.
His gaze turned to Song Xiaojuan again: "How much does Zhao Wenhua owe you?"
Song Xiaojuan had recovered from her shock and said hurriedly, "Zhao Wenhua owes me this, I'll go get it from him. I'll give these things to you, but I don't want An Lu to be cheated by him like I was."
Song Xiaojuan is determined to do this favor.
An Lu's mother looked at Song Xiaojuan for a while and smiled: "I don't like to owe favors to others. You can come to me if you need anything in the future." After that, she handed Song Xiaojuan a business card.
After saying that, the man left.
After Hu Xuan saw her leave, he didn't stay any longer.
Song Xiaojuan is not a fool. Combining various factors, she guessed that the middle-aged man last night might be An Lu's father.
An Lu's mother is definitely not a weak character, she cannot get involved in this matter.
I have to find a store after work.
It's just easier said than done.
Song Xiaojuan has been "serving" Zhao Guomin these days and has no time to come and look for him.
Before Song Xiaojuan found her shop, Li Yulan got into trouble.
That morning, Li Yulan had just returned from a business trip with her "boss" and came straight to the store.
I also brought a gift for Song Xiaojuan, a bracelet.
"Let me tell you, Shenzhen is much more prosperous than ours. People there are really daring in what they wear. Look at my skirt, isn't it beautiful?"
As soon as she entered the store, Song Xiaojuan saw that the white waist-hugging skirt made her waist look thin and long, which was really beautiful.
Before Song Xiaojuan could open her mouth to praise, An Lu's mother arrived.
There were only two words in Song Xiaojuan's mind: it's over.
"Did you have fun?" An Lu's mother asked straight to the point.
Li Yulan's face turned pale instantly: "I don't know what you are talking about."
An Lu's mother had a strong aura. She sat comfortably on the stool with her arms folded across her chest: "I'm not here to watch you act. I'm here to inform you to take your son and get out of Ling County." She said these few words calmly.
Song Xiaojuan admired her very much. She thought about it and wondered if she could do it. It was hard.
Li Yulan bit her lip, tears streaming down her face as she trembled, "Why? He's An Yushan's son. What right do you have to chase us away?"
"An Yushan is where he is today because of my Zhang family. Without me, he's nothing. Why do you think I can be so successful?"
Song Xiaojuan didn't dare to listen any further. No matter what the outcome of this matter was, Song Xiaojuan didn't want to know. She found an excuse to go out.
Song Xiaojuan came back only after An Lu's mother left. Li Yulan sat on the stool without saying a word.
Just before leaving get off work, Li Yulan said, "I'm going to sell my stall. I'll pay you my salary."
"Madam, how much are you willing to pay for it?" Song Xiaojuan didn't ask why in a hypocritical manner.
In Song Xiaojuan's opinion, no matter what the reason, being a third party is wrong.
She would not kick someone when they are down, but she also did not sympathize with Li Yulan.
"You want to exchange it?"
Song Xiaojuan nodded, which saved trouble for both of them.
Li Yulan sold all the clothes that were in stock in the store to Song Xiaojuan at a low price.
The total cost was fifteen hundred.
Before leaving, Li Yulan gave Song Xiaojuan the purchasing channels and the contact information of the owner of the clothing factory.
Song Xiaojuan hugged her and said, "Call me if you need help." Song Xiaojuan finally bought a pager some time ago.
Song Xiaojuan took a deep breath. She finally had her own shop.
She packed up the clothes in the store and prepared to go to the night market in the evening for a big sale.
By the time everything was done, Zhao Guomin's foot was almost healed.
During dinner, Song Xiaojuan stared at Zhao Guomin.
"Oh! Are you afraid that I'm poisoned? Why are you staring at me like that?" Zhao Guomin said this while not forgetting to pick up some food.
"Oh, it's just that one time. You still remember it, right?" Song Xiaojuan felt a little embarrassed when he said that.
She was too embarrassed to ask him to help pull the clothes, but she had been serving him food and drink all this time, so what was wrong with asking him to return the favor?
Thinking of this, Song Xiaojuan cleared her throat: "Do you have anything to do tomorrow?"
"Yes." Zhao Guomin didn't even raise his head.
Song Xiaojuan's expression choked.
"Okay, I know you're fine. Can you help me pull the clothes tomorrow?" Song Xiaojuan said this and stood up to pick up a piece of meat for him.
I felt so sad that I couldn’t bear to eat it myself.
Zhao Guomin finally looked up at her, half smiling, "Working for you? Sure! I want sweet and sour pork ribs tomorrow. Just don't put beans in it!"
Song Xiaojuan gritted her teeth and said, "Okay!"
"I want to eat it the day after tomorrow. I haven't decided yet. I'll let you know when I do."
Song Xiaojuan: “…”
Is this a human?
Zhao Guomin accompanied Song Xiaojuan to the night market to take all the clothes. Song Xiaojuan wrote a sign, saying clearance sale, all clothes priced at 15 yuan.
But everyone just took a look and left, no one stopped. Song Xiaojuan sat on the stool and looked back at Zhao Guomin, only to see him sitting casually in the car with his legs crossed, not knowing what he was looking at.
Song Xiaojuan dragged a stool over and poked him: "Hey, tell me, it's a big sale, why is there still no one here?"
Zhao Guomin glanced at Song Xiaojuan and then at the people at the night market: "You didn't do a good job of marketing. If you invite a few more people to watch, you can arouse their curiosity."
"Tsk! Isn't that nonsense? If they listen to me, what would I worry about?" Song Xiaojuan rolled her eyes after saying this.
"If you give them money, won't they listen to you?" Zhao Guomin said coldly.
Song Xiaojuan was stunned. Isn't this just paying people to queue up in a fake line?
What’s wrong with Zhao Guomin’s brain? He even knows marketing. Haha... That’s not right. How does he know marketing in this era?
Isn't he so smart and ahead of his time?
Song Xiaojuan suppressed this question in her heart. Her most important thing now was to deal with these clothes.
Song Xiaojuan had never done this before. She looked at Zhao Guomin and felt a little embarrassed to speak.
Zhao Guomin was a shrewd man. He saw through her thoughts immediately and jumped out of the car, holding out his hand: "Ten dollars."
At this moment, Song Xiaojuan didn't feel sorry for the money at all. She took out the money and handed it to Zhao Guomin directly. After a while, the stall was surrounded by people.
It turns out this trick really works. More than half of the clothes were thrown away.
Song Xiaojuan kept her mouth shut all night. When she returned home at night, she sat on the kang and counted the money. She sold more than 200 yuan in one night. If she continued to sell it the next night, she would have almost sold out all the money.
The next day, as soon as the two of them brought the goods back, a group of people gathered around them. Most of them were women choosing clothes for their men.
The clothes were turned over and over again, and it only got better after Song Xiaojuan stopped it.
Seeing more and more people coming, Song Xiaojuan felt that clearing it out was a sure thing.
But sometimes things don't go as we wish. Song Xiaojuan was standing there and looked around inadvertently when she saw a familiar face.
Zhao Wenhua was wearing a pair of suit pants, a white shirt and glasses in the middle of summer, and An Lu was next to him.
He's still so carefree. Didn't An Lu's mother do anything to punish him? Or didn't she?
Logically speaking, An Lu's mother is quite experienced and probably didn't have the time to deal with him, after all, there was Li Yulan's matter.
I don’t know how Li Yulan is doing now?
When Song Xiaojuan's thoughts were flying far away, Zhao Wenhua and An Lu had already seen Song Xiaojuan. An Lu wanted to leave, but Zhao Wenhua didn't want to.
He has always been excellent in the eyes of others since he was a child, but his ugly side was seen by Song Xiaojuan.
If it weren't for her, he would still be shining in An Lu's eyes, but this woman, Song Xiaojuan, exposed the beautiful dream he had woven for An Lu.
He couldn't let this woman stay in the county any longer. When An Lu asked him about the "love letter" that day, he had finally managed to deceive her, but what about next time? Who knew what Song Xiaojuan would do next?
He walked to the stall, looked at the people gathered in front of the stall, and cleared his throat: "Song Xiaojuan, why did you come to the county? Zhao Guomin doesn't want you anymore after the engagement, right? I heard An Lu say that you were pestering her a few days ago, and I didn't believe it. I didn't expect it to be true. Juan'er, I'm married, and you should find someone to marry too, and stop bothering us." His loud voice immediately attracted people's attention.
Everyone put down the clothes in their hands, looked at each other, and gave each other gossipy looks.
This was exactly what Zhao Wenhua wanted: "An Lu is pregnant, and you're still deliberately pestering her. Are you trying to kill our child?"
The onlookers saw that Zhao Wenhua was well-dressed and looked elegant, so after hearing what he said, they naturally believed him a little. Some people curled their lips, put down the clothes in their hands, and looked at Song Xiaojuan with contempt in their eyes.
Song Xiaojuan quickly recovered from her shock. After a few seconds of silence looking at the bastard in front of her, she suddenly laughed out loud, "An Lu, come here! Am I bothering you? Can you take your man away? He's sick and needs medical attention! Are you suffering from delusions? Going crazy here."
An Lu's face flushed, she also felt that what Zhao Wenhua said was outrageous.
"Song Xiaojuan, come and collect the money. Who are you talking to?" A deep voice suddenly came from behind.
Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the voice. They saw a handsome young man over 1.8 meters tall walking out from the back. He lowered his eyelids and glanced at Zhao Wenhua, frowning slightly: "Zhao Wenhua is here to pay back the money?"
Zhao Guomin kept calling her "wife" and the onlookers were stunned. Song Xiaojuan blushed a little. Zhao Wenhua was also a little surprised at first, but then he changed the subject: "Oh, you cheated on me before, and now you're really hooking up with me. How can you two dogs have the nerve to stay here? Go home and farm and stop embarrassing yourself here."
Zhao Guomin sneered, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by a rough voice.
"Zhao Guomin, what are you doing here?" The person who spoke was a young man of about 27 or 28 years old.
Zhao Guomin knew this person in his memory. He was his original body's old comrade-in-arms Li Fengjiang, who had retired before him and was working in some bureau now.
Zhao Guomin stepped over and hugged the man, who then punched him. "I heard you were back a while ago, and was thinking of meeting you for a drink that day. I didn't expect to meet you here. Let's go, let's drink now."
Zhao Guomin was acting to the end. He turned around and pointed at Song Xiaojuan, saying ambiguously, "Wait, let's sell these clothes and go to my place for a drink."
Li Fengjiang looked in the direction he pointed and immediately saw Zhao Wenhua, a man who had just joined the bureau this year. He was a slick talker who didn't do his job. It was said that he got in with the help of his father-in-law. Li Fengjiang looked down on him.
Zhao Wenhua didn't expect that Zhao Guomin actually knew the director of their bureau. Li Fengjiang had a strong family background and was promoted to director at a young age. Zhao Wenhua always wanted to talk to him, but he was ignored by others.
Now that he had the chance, he didn't let it go. He walked over quickly with a smile on his face and said, "Director, you're here at the night market too? I didn't expect you and Guomin knew each other. Guomin is my cousin."
Li Fengjiang glanced at Zhao Guomin with a half-smile in his eyes: "What a coincidence?"
"Ha! I was just called a bitch and a bitch, and they thought I was shameful and sent me back home to farm. I'm surprised that you've become my cousin now." Zhao Guomin also added with a smile.
Li Fengjiang and Zhao Guomin exchanged glances and laughed twice, but no one paid any attention to Zhao Wenhua, who was blushing and angry next to them.
An Lu listened to the whole thing. If it were in the past, she would have come forward earlier, but for some reason, she didn't want to be embarrassed with Zhao Wenhua at this moment.
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